Hi my name is Anastasia, that's it.
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When a man dressed as Satan speaks more accurately about God than your pastor, you know something is wrong.
No. Seriously. Satan. Come Preach it.
oh look it’s back
BEST.REACTION.GIF.EVER
Wanted
have you ever thought about how weird sleeping is like we basically dress ourselves in special sleeping clothes and lay on special sleeping mats then spend the next few hours completely comatose all the while hallucinating vividly
every single child who has ever been home sick from school knows the hell that is Baby Looney Tunes
Do we really have to take this?
A friend of mine was moving from her apartment. She asked me to look after some of her things. I agreed and not too long after she asked if her daughter Frances can come pick it up. I agreed and she came over with her boyfriend, who was also the father of her baby. I helped them carry the stuff down to the car, and during the whole visit exchanged possibly 10 words.
Next day I received these texts. I had to created a fiancee I didn’t really have in order for him to stop.
I never told my friend what her daughter’s boyfriend did. Now they are expecting a second child, so as you all see, there was no break up.
So Do we women really have to take this kind of attitude?
Do we have to invent things and people in order to be left alone.
I don’t want to have my titties banged.
I am not an easy lay.
I don’t deserve this.
Why do I go from being called “cute” “smart” and “pretty” in the beginning of the conversation, to “fatty” “bitch” and “ugly” in the end?
Reblog if you are against sexual harassment.
Sit down, shut up, and listen. I’m about to tell you the best real life love story. But a short version, because I’ve got enough fodder from these two to fill a book. One day, I might do just that.
You see these two? When she was fourteen she marched up to him and asked him to a dance. He was shy as all get out and could only respond that he didn’t know how to dance. She thought that was no excuse and taught him how.
He got drafted when he was 18 and shipped out to France to fight in the war. They sent each other the same card one Valentine’s day without realizing.
They got married when he got back and she’d grown up in a dry household, and thought alcohol went bad after it was opened. She dumped all their leftover wedding booze down the sink. The only reaction he had was to sigh and say “Well, we have the most expensive drain in Chicago.”
They were married for 68 years. Three kids. Six grandkids. One great grandson named after him. Even when she got Alzheimer’s and didn’t remember anything, she was sharp as a tack with all memories of him.
He got sick. Five to seven years, the doctors said. Six months. Tomorrow at most.
She held his hand in his final moments. She thanked him for being a wonderful father, for never raising his voice. The last thing she said before his heart stopped was to thank him for going to the dance with her.
This is why I have high standards for romance. I grew up with these two for grandparents.
i love getting messages more than anything else okay i don’t even care what the message says but just the fact that someone took the time out of their day to send me a message makes me want to sing walking on sunshine and bake chocolate chip cookies
one of the most annoying things about me is that i constantly need to be reassured that you haven’t started hating me for some reason
♡ pale 4 u ♡
